i went to the site of the former world trade center today. well, close to the site.
and it is monstrous. it is a huge, black, smoking pile. people were standing at the police barricades just staring and not talking. human beings tend to be smart, but it’s hard for anyones brain to process the enormity of this wreckage when confronted with it. so people just stood and stared and then stared some more. a lot of us were just subtly shaking our heads as if to say, ‘this isn’t real, but it is real, and it’s such an unspeakable thing that has happened.’
the thing that i keep coming back to is that the 7,000 people who were killed in the attack were all innocents. what twisted theological justification is there for killing innocent people? do terrorists feel any remorse? and if so, why not? how can someone be involved in killing innocent people and not feel remorse? these are naive questions.
obviously if these terrorists were decent, sensitive people they wouldn’t have killed anyone in the first place. but i guess i’m just stating the obvious.
i’m going to go and get some work done. work almost always makes me feel better.
-moby